O take a drive through the city's limits.
It's all crass billboards, neon & cracked glass:
Where corporations control hearts & minds;
Where plagued poverty & crime breed like lice.
It emanates with crude false consciousness.
No future: I need to escape from here.
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A well expressed message, Dominic....10++++++++++